There was no response from our prisoner.
“Hmmm,” Tattletale said. “She’s cornered, and she’s probably contemplating something like suicide by cop. Or whatever the term is when the other group aren’t cops.
Um. Suicide by foe?
She’d rather die than have us turn her over to her teammates, so she’ll try a gambit like using her powers, knowing we’ll probably gun her down.”
Bonesaw really puts a scary spin on things.
“Got any ideas?” Trickster asked her.
“She liked the dead man’s switch for her suicide collar. Why don’t we set up something similar? Put a soldier on guard somewhere nearby. We schedule it so he receives a note from us every fifteen minutes. If he doesn’t get it, he passes a message to the Nine telling them exactly where to find Cherish?”
Mmm. I don’t think that’d work. She could mess with his head and force him to not send the message.
I could see Cherish tense.
“How do we get a message to them without them killing the messenger?”
Good point.
“We can work it out.” Tattletale shrugged. She looked at Trickster, “You think Oliver could handle it?”
What, setting it up or being the guard?
Trickster nodded. “I’ll get him on thinking up some way to arrange this.”
Setting it up, alright.
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